Chapter 305 The mechanical field is boring without you
In order to prevent the two competitors from affecting each other and from colliding with each other's ideas (borrowing from each other), a partition was built in the middle of the arena to block the sight of both sides.
Mark was still conscientiously polishing his gun and had no idea what was happening on the other side.
The manufacturing process of the traditional three-barreled shotgun is not complicated. He also added some pressurizing devices so that the barrel can withstand greater pressure, and the final shooting power will be greatly enhanced.
This gun is average, but at least it can "win" for sure.
Although the competition has not yet ended, Mark is very confident that his musket skills are definitely not inferior to any senior apprentice in the academy.
Then, when he finished firing the gun and looked up to signal the host, he realized that the expressions of everyone in the audience were very strange.
Solemn, complex, envious, shocked...
However, everyone's focus was not on him, but on the opposite side.
When Mark saw this, he felt something was wrong: Could it be that the guy opposite had made some strange gun?
At this time, the partition was removed, and he finally saw the gun in Carl's hand opposite him.
A... hideous gun that looks like a hammer?
Oh, is this a musket?
Mark sneered in his heart, not realizing what was happening.
…
According to the competition process, after the firearms are completed, there will be a test firing demonstration.
In the end, the mentors in the audience will judge the final result based on range, accuracy, power, creativity... and other aspects.
but!
The musket in Carl's hand was made under everyone's eyes. From the moment he started, the competition was no longer suspenseful.
The gap between the two sides is so huge that there is no comparison at all.
At this time, Mark, the only person in the audience who didn't know the truth, was showing off his three-barreled musket with a smug look on his face.
The host looked at the college executives in the audience with an embarrassed expression, as if he wanted to ask whether this "exchange" should continue.
But the teachers can’t speak...
In this situation, his face is swollen, what should they say now?
Continue to compete?
Is there any need to compare this result?
They all sat there with expressionless faces, no... they were fidgeting.
The host didn't get an answer and looked at the group from Black Dragon City.
Ryan was quite leisurely, smiling and motioning, "Go on... follow the procedure."
The host's eyes twitched when he heard this, and he could only bite the bullet and announce: "Then... Now, please let the students from both sides demonstrate their firearms."
After hearing this, the communication entered the next process.
In fact, regardless of the face issue, the mechanics were also looking forward to seeing how powerful this strange firearm made by Carl would be. With so many advanced techniques and enchantments, it would not disappoint people.
This is the home ground of Oma College. Mark took the lead in showing off his musket and introduced: "I made this musket and named it [Three-barrel Bear Hunting Cannon]. It is made of... I also involved an ammunition increment device. The thick tube wall ensures the stability and accuracy of the gun..."
After the introduction, there was an awkward silence.
Mark looked very surprised. Why was there no applause at all?
Such an excellent gun, don't you all want to praise it a little? Even a polite round of applause is appropriate, right?
But the fact is, there was no applause.
Mark, suspicious, fired a test shot from his rifle at the target.
“Bang!”
The power is good.
Three fist-sized holes appeared on the target. This large-caliber musket could pose a certain threat to a second-level transcendent.
Mark completed the test shooting in a daze and then stepped aside.
His mind was already full of question marks: That’s not right… Although my musket is not creative enough, it still has its highlights. It shouldn’t be so that there will be no applause from everyone, right?
He didn't know that the students in the audience were even more embarrassed.
Mark's musket skills have surpassed 99% of the students. On normal days, this would definitely be met with thunderous applause.
But now... I know there are better ones coming, and if I applaud now, what will I do later?
The harder you clap now, the harder you will fall later.
At this time, the host continued the process and it was Carl's turn to introduce his firearms.
Carl was no longer nervous and introduced calmly: "I named this musket [Explosive Hammer]. It uses the traditional 'Popper Classic Artillery Series' inspiration, but I made some adaptive modifications and changed it into a musket. The barrel is attached with the 'Fourth-order Solid Rune' to stabilize the nine barrels for simultaneous firing..."
This time, no one interrupted Carl.
Everyone in the venue listened patiently to his introduction of the musket, from its inspiration, materials, principles... to various details.
Mark, who was standing by, was stunned.
He understood the content of the introduction, but when he opened his mouth he started talking about all kinds of advanced firearms knowledge. Are you sure you're not bragging?
How can a piece of iron like yours, which you're not even sure can be considered a musket, have such complex technical content?
Mark was not stupid. When he saw the mentors in the audience listening attentively, he knew that things seemed to be getting serious.
The previous "bubble gun" was a finished product. You could blow it however you wanted, but you didn't know who made it anyway.
But this [Explosive Hammer] was made in front of everyone. If there was a problem, people would have made a fuss long ago.
But the scene was completely silent.
Almost everyone in the audience had a solemn look on their faces...
Carl briefly introduced his musket. At this time, the host's voice was slightly strange, and he announced: "Then... please let Mr. Carl test fire."
Carl didn't say anything more. He raised his rifle that looked like a hammer and pulled the trigger at the target.
The extraordinary people with keen hearing could clearly hear the clear sound of the firing pin, and then almost at the same time, the nine gun barrels simultaneously spewed out dazzling flames.
The noise was scary.
"BOOM!"
There was another sound like a cannon firing, and the huge communication hall trembled.
Even Ryan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw the power of the musket, and he secretly praised in his heart: "What a powerful power!"
A tremendous amount of energy gushed out from the narrow barrel of the gun. It felt a bit like a high-level transcendent punching out, then hitting the stone target hard, and then exploding with a loud bang.
Just with this one shot, the stone target was blasted into pieces, turning into all kinds of gravel and flying all over the sky.
It was like it was cracked by a hammer.
Tick, tick, tick…
The sound of gravel falling to the ground was as dense as raindrops, and there was no end to it.
In front of everyone, Carl once again demonstrated what technical crushing means.
In the high-level supernatural realm above level three, the killing power of muskets is somewhat weak, because of the limitations of caliber and ammunition...
However, the power of this [Explosive Hammer] is comparable to that of a cannon!
This is a...super gun that possesses the pinnacle of craftsmanship in the field of gunpowder firearms!
…
On the stage, Mark stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe his eyes at all, and muttered to himself: "It's impossible... He... He must have cheated..."
This time, no one agreed with him.
In the audience, everyone gasped when they saw this scene.
Although the students could not understand the advanced mechanical technology involved in the production process, they could understand the intuitive power.
Such a musket of pinnacle craftsmanship is definitely the lifelong dream of all the firearms apprentices present!
What was even more shocking was the mid-level and senior-level instructors. They probably understood the technology, but... they simply couldn't produce it.
Such a fantastic design is the real "mechanical talent".
At this moment, someone suddenly took the lead and applauded.
An instructor stood up and shouted, "Great! This musket designed by student Carl is worthy of being included in the 'Hall of Famous Guns'!"
It was after this sporadic applause that there began scattered applause.
But the vast majority of the noble young men did not applaud.
Although they admitted that Carl's musket was powerful, they were unwilling to admit that their Omar Royal Academy was inferior. Especially those who had mocked Black Dragon City before, their faces turned green and red alternately, which was very ugly.
At this moment, no one doubted Karl's strength anymore.
No one dared to mock.
After all, a mechanic must speak with his strength .
Carl used his absolute strength to overwhelm almost everyone present.
Even Master Oliver felt the tremendous pressure.
After all, Carl is still so young and has unlimited potential. In the future, he will definitely be able to step into the realm of "mechanical master" or even higher.
…
This was the first time that Oma Royal College lost to an "outsider" in terms of technology.
At the same time, a question popped up in everyone's mind.
Where on earth did this Carl come from?
Inspiration can be considered a talent, but where did he learn all this mechanical knowledge?
Mechanical technology is not rootless duckweed.
With such great students, there must be great teachers.
Originally, any mechanic who could be called a "mechanical genius" in the world must have come from their Omar Royal Academy of Sciences. Because only in this birthplace of steam machinery can there be the most complete and highest-level mechanical technology inheritance. Only here can there be the conditions to cultivate a "genius"...
But now, a young mechanic from the "Black Dragon Academy" came out of nowhere and slapped the faces of everyone in Omar Academy.
Just by looking at this musket, everyone realized that the young man named "Carl" was at least at the level of a senior mechanic!
"Senior mechanic" is considered a top talent even in Omar Science Academy.
But why has the Machinists' Union never seen this person's assessment record? It's as if he appeared out of thin air.
…
The communication between the two colleges suddenly came to a standstill because of Carl's appearance.
This is clearly an exchange between students, but now a guy who is more powerful than the senior instructor has come. How can this continue?
Even if the best students of Oma College went on stage, they would only bring humiliation upon themselves.
At this age, no one can be a better mechanic than Carl!
Even the three mechanical grand masters couldn't do it when they were young!
The host didn't realize that his forehead was covered with sweat. He had never hosted such an arduous exchange meeting before.
He looked at the senior students in the audience; everyone was silent and no one said a word.
What to do now?
According to the procedure, it is now the mentors' turn to comment.
But now, everyone is pretending to be dead.
It can be said that except for mechanics above the grandmaster level who can comment on Carl's level, who else would dare to do so?
Who has the qualifications and level to comment?
“Cough cough cough…”
The host cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment, and laughed awkwardly: "Haha... This exchange between the two academies is really wonderful. Our Mr. Carl from the 'Black Dragon Academy' has made a very powerful musket, which is obviously better. However, our classmate Mark is also good, and his design foundation is solid..."
The professional host spoke very tactfully and deftly resolved the embarrassment on Omar's side.
Ryan, who was in the audience, heard what the host said and realized that Omar's side seemed to want to end this awkward exchange on the stage.
But they came to Black Dragon City today and don’t want to leave just like that.
The "real boss" Dean Braden is pretending to be dead and not showing up, so we have to force him to show up!
Host: "Okay, the wonderful competition has come to an end. Students can come down and compete with Black Dragon Academy..."
"etc!"
At this time, Ryan directly interrupted the host's words that wanted to end the exchange in the ring.
He said to Carl in a "teaching" tone: "Carl, even though the musket you made is better by chance, don't be proud. The field of mechanics is broad and profound. You must always maintain a humble learning attitude to make progress..."
Karl nodded obediently and said, “Yes, Lord City Lord.”
Ryan's words sounded very "modest". Just when everyone thought that Black Dragon City was going to give Omar College some face and let it go, he suddenly changed the subject.
"but!"
Ryan added: "After all, the firearm is only a small branch of the mechanical field. Since you are here at the 'Mechanical Holy Land', Carl, you should also exchange combat mechas with your classmates... After all, the mechas of Omar College are the best. You should also learn from your predecessors, exchange mecha experiences, and bring back some excellent technologies for our Black Dragon City..."
When Karl heard this, he was a little confused at first.
If the musket can't beat me, then it's even more impossible for someone to beat the battle mecha Oma.
But he turned his eyes, immediately understood, nodded and said: "Yes!"
At this time, he took out his "Raccoon" combat suit and said to the audience: "This is the combat suit I designed myself. I hope to share it with you..."
…
Although Karl's tone of voice was still a little immature, his words... were like a club hitting everyone on the head of Omar College.
Damn...this is totally unethical!
Those students who did not understand the feud between Tust and Brendan showed humiliated anger on their faces.
We at Oma College have admitted that we have lost this game, so why don’t you give up?
Is there any aristocratic demeanor left?
I cursed in my heart, but I could do nothing about it.
After all, "combat mecha" belongs to the highest-end field of mechanics.
This is a complex and comprehensive mechanical product involving firearms, ammunition, robotic arms, power systems, external skeletons, enchantments, operating systems, etc.
Being able to independently complete mecha design is one of the most important assessment contents for advancing to senior mechanic!
This is no longer an area that a mechanical apprentice can interfere with.
But the other party has made it clear that they want to exchange mechanical armor, so you have to send someone out from Oma College, right?
If a student of equal status cannot defeat him, should we send a tutor?
But, even ordinary tutors can’t beat him!
No one questioned whether Carl designed this armor himself. Although the shape of the little raccoon was a bit unusual, people who really understood mecha design would know that it was definitely not simple once they saw some details of this armor.
It's not easy to win steadily.
Could it be that the other party sent a student, and we have to send a "mechanical master"?
Otherwise, if they lose another battle, how will they put their face at the Royal Academy of Sciences of Omar?
People have said that your Oma Academy is known as a holy place with the highest level of mecha in the world, is that it?
Carl suppressed the entire scene with his own strength.
It was like strangling the "giant" Oma College by the neck.
People below the neck cannot compare to him, and people above the neck don’t have the nerve to compete with him.
Now, the huge academic exchange hall was silent.
…
Just when the Black Dragon City group was communicating with Oma College in the Academic Hall.
In a small house beside "Tingyu Lake".
Mrs. Garcia sent her daughter Phoebe away and sat quietly in the room, as if waiting for something.
At this moment, a translucent figure suddenly appeared in the air, and a cold dagger was pressed against her neck.
The middle-aged woman seemed to have expected this and was not at all flustered from beginning to end.
She drank her coffee calmly and asked calmly, "Enoch, is Brendan still planning to kill me..."
There was no question in his tone, more like he was stating a fact.
The killer also seemed to be an acquaintance.
Hearing this, he slowly appeared: "I'm sorry, ma'am. Since you have guessed it, I hope you won't make it difficult for me. As long as you are gone, your family will not be implicated. If you have any last words to say, I can help you convey them..."
“…”
Garcia raised his eyebrows, as if he had expected this result.
Their Garcia family should have been destroyed back then, but they have survived until now thanks to her. They thought they had integrated into the upper-class aristocratic society, but now looking back, they are still just a pawn in the hands of those top dignitaries that can be discarded at any time.
Moreover, at this critical moment of the transition of imperial power, the Queen's lineage would never allow any scandal to occur in the Royal Academy of Sciences that supports her.
"You want to kill me and put the blame on Tust?"
When she said this, Mrs. Garcia showed a sad smile, obviously she had seen through everything.
The reason for killing her to silence her was not because they were afraid that she would testify, but because the people above them had evil intentions towards Tust's technology. They would never allow the existence of technology that surpassed the Royal Academy.
No, to be exact, there is no technology that can crush Brendan.
Just like back then.
Hearing this, the assassin said nothing and agreed.
Mrs. Garcia sighed slightly and shook her head: "You don't know him well enough..."
Even though she knew she could not escape death, her expression was very calm.
It seems okay to end life like this.
…
The dagger pierced into the chest, and blood stained the purple robe red.
In the last moment of her life, Mrs. Garcia saw the violets in front of the door. She seemed to recall something from her youth, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.
She lay on the sofa, her arms drooping weakly, and her voice became weaker and weaker: "The mechanical field is boring without you, Tuster..."
You are still alive now.
It becomes interesting.
